Fallen Star - (Kyle Broflovski X Reader)

Chapter 8: Bonus Chapter - Wendy and Stan (Wendy)

The emptiness of the apartment tonight echoes the feelings inside Wendy's heart. She's often been able to keep busy whether with work or family, anything to keep her mind distracted from the desolation. But tonight, with her roommate gone back to work, and no other friends to keep her company, it hits her like a ton of bricks. And she knows why.

The calendar in the kitchen reads a date all too familiar to Wendy, a day which was once filled with such excitement and promise. The day of her first date with Stan. While it had been side-tracked by some aliens and an anal probe, she still recalls with a smile the disgust she felt when he puked on her, and the subsequent love when she found out why. It seemed eons ago that she had registered any emotion as strong, and she wistfully sighs at the thought she might never feel it again. But she gets pulled out of this nostalgic remembrance by a knock at the door. She gets up to open it, figuring it's a keyless Y/N returning from work, but is instead met face to to face with...

"Stan."

He looks equally as surprised to see her, yet his look of confusion is nothing compared to her dumbfounded face as their eyes meet.

"Wendy," he whispers, his voice full of disbelief. "You're... here. In front of me. Wendy Testaberger."

So many emotions are flooding inside of her upon seeing her ex-boyfriend for the first time in 7 years, but the only thing evident on his face is the feeling of seeing a long-lost love.

"Wendy. I... wasn't expecting to see you here. I thought I was meeting up with Y/N," he exclaims, his eyes full of remorse. And she can't deny, despite everything she's feeling right now, hearing that he's not here for her sparks a twinge of jealousy in her heart. More than a twinge actually. But her selfless attitude pushes this aside, and she lets out a soft 'oh' before replying.

"Y/N's still at work. Sorry."

"I'll wait."

They stand awkwardly like this for a moment, before the hostess in Wendy sets in and she invites him inside. She motions for him to sit on the couch while she makes them some coffee, the small acts of grinding the beans and boiling the water giving her time to collect her thoughts.

Okay. Your ex-boyfriend of 10 years is here, in your apartment, looking for your roommate. What the fuck. ...It's fine though. He's not here for you, so keep all conversation on her. Don't ask about why he chose today to come here, and especially don't tell him you were thinking of him before he appeared. And maybe don't bring up the fact that he looks a lot more sober than he did 7 years ago.

She finishes up the coffee and sits down beside him, handing him a cup while setting hers down on the table in front of them.

"So, why are you looking for her? Y/N, I mean," she asks, and he takes a sip and sets it down before answering her.

"She's helping me. Or been helping me, ever since I moved here. She helped me get a job, helped me to get a therapist for my... issues. Even helped me improve my looks."

She takes a look at him, and can't deny he looks a lot better than he did the last time she saw him 7 years ago. His previously bleached blond hair had been dyed back to black and cut short, while his clothes actually fit him now and were of decent quality, and his clean-shaven face overall gave him a more polished appearance.

It suits him. Makes him look less like a boy, more like a man.

"Y/N helped me get better for you, Wendy," he professes, and she blushes.

"I didn't know you two were so close," she replies, trying to change the subject, but his eyes lock with hers and she feels her heart flutter at the intensity of his gaze.